I was unbelievably impressed with that aspect of My Life Next Door. (Spoiler alert: Samantha and Jase have sex, in case you hadn’t gathered that.) The two romantic interests discuss having sex beforehand, Samantha mulls it over in her head and is understandably nervous, they buy condoms together beforehand, and when they do have sex after (having discussed it and thought it over for a while), it’s awkward and messy and not, you know, butterflies and rainbows, etc. I’m going to be completely honest and say I have never read a book that dealt with teen sex so well. The first thing that stands out with this book is how realistic it is, especially in terms of first love and sex-especially sex. Samantha’s mother, a wealthy blueblood politician, looks down on the Garretts, but when Samantha meets Jase Garrett and is sucked into the world of Next Door, she thinks maybe her mother is wrong.
Garrett has another baby-she’s up to eight kids at the start of the book. Their house looks kind of trashy, and every few years, Mrs. Samantha has spent most of her life peeking in on the Garretts, who live next door. My current summer reading project gave me the impetus I needed to finally crack the cover. Huntley Fitzpatrick’s debut always seemed like something I’d like, but I kept putting it off. For me, My Life Next Door has been one of those novels you see floating around, universally liked, not unreasonably hyped, but…for some reason or another, a book that never gets picked up.
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